Gideon has turned his life around- he's not stealing anymore, he's got a legitimate job at Los Alamos and he loves fly fishing. Until his mother dies and gives him a mission- find the man who ruined his father's reputation and branded him a traitor. This launches Gideon into a world he didn't k...
Once again Preston & Child have collaborated on a thought provoking rip roaring adventure.Start off with stealing the Chi Rho monogram of the Book of Kells, itself being the incipit for a narrative of the life of Christ. Then discover that the vellum it was on is hiding a secret map and the vellu...
What a hoot! I had previously read only 2 of Preston/Child's novels, both involving Inspector Pendergast.The Lost Island is their 3rd novel dealing with Gideon Crew and his employer Eli Glinn. It is a humorous, exciting, mystery. A fun read. It ends laying the basis for yet a 4th Gideon Crew ...
It's difficult, and rather taxing, to try and create a review for a novel such as this. For having read the entire breadth of the Pendergast series for the past couple of months or so, I'm finding it hard to believe that I'll be moving on to other tales after this. After being a part of a charact...
Read this after the first Gideon Crew novel. It was enjoyable but not one of my favorites. Another great story. Lots of twists and excitement. Gideon is one of my favorite characters.
I was pretty disappointed with this book in the Pendergast series. I will probably read the next book in order to find out more about Helen, Pendergast's wife. The story dragged a little bit towards the middle of the book and I could not believe the mistakes that Pendergast was making. I could no...
Re-posting. 4 stars. A great segue to Gideon's Sword with an action filled plot and surprising twists throughout. Gideon is once again thrust head long into a request from EES only to find out he has stepped deep into a terrorist plot of the worst kind, involving a nuclear bomb. With only day...
I have rated this book so low because it feels like it was not written by the authors themselves. The characters of Pendergast and Constance are just a shade inconsistent with previous books. There are several chapters that elaborate on meaningless plot filler (such as why D'Agosta cooks for Hayw...
It is an O.K book but not the kind of book that I like. Thank goodness it was so short or I wouldn't have finished reading it. It started off really interesting and then I got really bored. (Sorry Mr. Douglas) The author does do a good job talking about how the internet can work for or against so...
Now this was satisfying from nearly beginning to end. It's a look at New York City's natural history museum, split into two parts. The first is a more straightforward history of the institution, both how it came about as well as how the philosophy of managing an enormous natural history collectio...
I'm a huge fan of the series of books co-authored by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child. I also enjoyed Child's first solo novel, but Preston's The Codex left me wondering if Child is the heart of their writing duo (although Child's Utopia certainly had some plot holes).In The Codex, Maxwell Broad...
What makes us human? Is it our ability to communicate? How we can use tools? Maybe it is our ability to reason or our ability to love. Jennie blurs the lines and will make you re-think what it means to be human as you are introduced and will fall in love with Jennie, a chimpanzee. Born to a nea...
You know it's a bad sign when you keep flipping to the end of the book to see how much further you have to slog 'til the end. I consider myself a fan of the Lincoln-Child (LC) books. At the time of this writing I've read seven Pendergast books back-to-back earlier this year. Although I wouldn'...
The world's biggest supercollider, locked in an Arizona mountain, was built to reveal the secrets of the very moment of creation: the Big Bang itself.The Torus is the most expensive machine ever created by humankind, run by the world’s most powerful supercomputer. It is the brainchild of Nobel La...
Tres hermanos muy distintos deben cumplir con la última voluntad paterna: emprender la peligrosa búsqueda de la herencia. Pero esa enorme colección de arte perdida en la selva incluye un tesoro codiciado por muchos. Tres héroes singulares contra ambiciosos sin escrúpulos, en un trepidante desafío...
When he’d arrived in his office that morning, the day after the disastrous staff meeting, he was relieved to find no pink slip on his desk. All day he had worked like crazy on the SHARAD data and now it was done. And very well done, he had to say so himself: the charts and everything neatly organ...
A battleax waitress, at least sixty but spry as a teenager, with bobbing hair and pancake makeup, came bustling over. “What can I get you, hon?”She was perfect. For the first time in a long while, Gideon felt an emotion that wasn’t dark. He tried to smile. “Coffee, eggs over easy, bacon, white to...
A cluster of tea shops and grocery stores stood at the far end, festooned with bright neon signs in Chinese. Dark clouds scudded across the sky, whipping scraps of paper and leaves off the sidewalk. There was a distant roll of thunder. A storm was coming. O’Shaughnessy pau...
Although she knew the technicians had been working late hours on the tomb recently, by six in the morning they were always gone. It was her job to unlock the area for the subcontractors, turn on the lights, and make sure all was well. She found the bank of switches and bru...
Hatch stood up from his desk and went to the Quonset hut window, moving carefully through the darkened office. He stared past the unlit huts of Base Camp, looking for lights that would indicate the coroner was finally on his way. Lines of spindrift lay in ghostly threads across the dark water. Th...
CONSTANCE ROSE FROM THE DIVAN with a sharp intake of breath. Pendergast slipped through the door, strolled over to the small bar, pulled down a bottle, and examined the label. He removed the cork with a faint pop, took out a glass, and casually poured himself a sherry. Carrying the bottle and gla...
He had laughed when she screamed: a horrible, high-pitched laugh that sounded like the squeal of a guinea pig. Now he was doing something to the corpse of Tad. She kept her head turned, eyes closed. She could hear the sound of rending cloth, then a horrible wet tearing sound. She scrunched her ey...
They'll be overwhelmed before they even know what's going on. Thousands of us, moving en masse through those woods — how are they going to stop us? They can't set up barricades or block our route. They don't have vehicular access except down a single road, and that'll be wall–to–wall with marcher...
The first three who died were all very close to me. But that isn't the case with Bill Smithback. I've known him for several years. He was involved in three cases of mine, a very effective journalist. And despite an impulsive and somewhat careerist exterior, he is a good man. What troubles me, how...
Odd-looking guy: somber “black suit, pale cat’s eyes, blond-white hair combed severely back from a high forehead. Annoying, too. Annoying as hell. He’d been there all afternoon, making demands and throwing the maps askew. Every time Willson turned back to his computer to resume work on his own pe...
Judson Esterhazy halted at the edge of the open meadow just in time to see the sun set over the pine-clad hills, suffusing the misty evening with a ruddy glow, a distant lake shimmering white-gold in the dying light. He paused, breathing lightly. The so-called mountain was...
The room was devoid of any decor or ornamentation, anything that would distract or hinder the most intense concentration. Even the color of the walls and the stain of the wooden floor were a cool gunmetal gray, as neutral as possible. The windows overlooking Seventy-Second Street were closed and ...
It was how the chief managed complex cases: reducing everything to color-coded three-by-five cards, each with a single fact, a piece of evidence, a photograph, or a witness. These he would organize chronologically, pin to a corkboard, and then—with string—connect the cards, looking for patterns, ...
It is not easy to store even one elephant, let alone one hundred. Nor is it a simple matter to find space for the half-dozen preserved gorillas, the fifteen-foot whale skull, or the hundreds of rats in jars of alcohol*36; or the giraffes, lions, platypus skins, narwhal horns, and 250,000 other sp...
“Let’s go,” he hissed, powering down the terminal with a stab of his finger. They eased out of the radiology lab, closing the door quietly behind them. Quickly, Carson scanned the immediate area. Quartz emergency beacons had come up along the perimeter fence. As he watched, Carson saw klieg light...